"Is it Lanxi, right? My name is Cilan."
"Unfortunately, no matter how well a machine is maintained, over time the parts will inevitably wear out. Patching it up can only delay the inevitable decay from within." Cilan looked earnestly at Casio, then turned his gaze to the fifty or so corpses of the Blood Spirit Association scattered around the casino.
"I think your body is quite remarkable! It must be robust enough, why not become my attendant? I can provide you with superior physical quality, reaction ability! Lifespan!"
He stared longingly at Casio's physique, licking his lips with a crimson tongue, as if he could sense the hidden strength within him.
Beneath the seductive eyes lay cunning and deceit.
However, Casio didn't show the slightest hint of wavering. His gaze was icy as he said, "Did you hear what I just said?"
"What?" Cilan frowned.
"Black-robed men, don't let a single one escape!"
